Chapter 452 Labor Sect, Ghost Weapon Sect
The underworld.
Fear of ghosts and monsters.
A green mist filled the scene, blocking spiritual consciousness. One could not see one's hand in front of one's face, and there was no sign of a human figure or ghost.
A figure flashed here, and it was Chen Lan.
As soon as he arrived here, Chen Lan frowned. If Youming hadn't said that there was a treasure here and it had existed for millions of years, he would not have come here.
Judging from Youming's tone, even he, who had been searching here for more than 100,000 years, had not found the treasure. Not many people had seen the treasure. The news was spread by Zhitian Pavilion, and he heard the news that year.
According to the information released by Zhitian Pavilion, this treasure is a sword, which seems to be something left behind by ghosts and gods in the underworld. Whoever can get it will be able to obtain the powerful power of ghosts and gods.
The ghost god, the Dao Emperor who existed millions of years ago, had extraordinary strength and was able to fight the Demon Emperor back and forth. Then he suddenly disappeared. Some people said that he died and entered the real reincarnation, while others said that he broke through and ascended to a higher dimensional world.
Boom! Suddenly, a loud noise sounded behind him. Chen Lan turned his head slightly and saw a monster holding a giant mace, with protruding teeth, a terrifying and ferocious appearance, more than four meters tall, and as big as a hill, walking towards him and stopping in front of him.
"Human race? What are you doing here in the ghost den?"
Hearing this, Chen Lan frowned slightly and said lightly: "Treasure hunting."
"Haha, another ignorant brat who wants to obtain the relics of ghosts and gods." The monster sneered, put down the mace, slowly lowered his head, and approached Chen Lan. The breath coming out of his mouth and nose sprayed on Chen Lan, and a foul odor could be smelled.
"Get lost." Chen Lan said coldly.
"Interesting human boy, I am one of the guards here. If you pay me, I can ensure your safety." The monster called himself a guard and asked for payment with a smile.
Chen Lan laughed. This monster was only at the level of a Daoist Master, but he wanted to protect him. It was ridiculous.
Seeing Chen Lan smile, the monster was a little angry. Was he laughing at it? He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Human boy, you really don't know how dangerous this place is. Every year, countless people come here to search for treasures, but only a few can walk out alive. Even Taoist saints will perish here. Three hundred years ago, a Taoist immortal tiger and a tiger demon in the Taoist saint realm also died here."
Chen Lan said nothing, turned around and left.
"Hey, wait, don't you really need it?" The monster chased after him, changing his arrogant and ferocious expression to a flattering smile, "I can really protect you, and you see the fog is so thick, you will definitely not be able to find the direction. This is the fog that ghosts and gods turned into after death. It has not been dispelled for millions of years, but I have a way to dispel it."
Hearing this, Chen Lan stopped and looked at the monster: "What method?"
"Look." The monster took out a transparent lantern from the storage ring, and there was a little man locked inside the lantern.
Chen Lan took a closer look and found that this little person looked extremely terrifying. His head was a fish head, but it had bared teeth. His body was that of a human, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and a pair of long white legs. It was actually a woman. It also had a pair of green wings that emitted green fluorescence. The moment it saw Chen Lan, it opened its mouth wide and made a weird cry.
What was strange was that the fluorescence on the wings actually dispelled the fog within a hundred meters around it, leaving a clearly visible area.
"This treasure was discovered by our ancestors. It can effectively dispel the fog. If you want to dispel the fog, you have to hire me."
"Actually, there is another way." Chen Lan said lightly.
"Huh? Do you have any other way to dispel the fog?" The monster asked in confusion. Apart from this method, there was no other way. How could Chen Lan have another way?
"No, there is another way besides hiring you." Chen Lan looked at the monster and smiled faintly.
The monster was stunned for a moment, but soon his pupils shrank as he thought of something. Before he could speak, he saw a black shadow approaching.
Chen Lan jumped up, grabbed the monster's head, and instantly invaded it with his soul power. He read its memory, knocked it unconscious, and then took away the monster's storage ring and the huge mace.
The mace instantly shrank to the appropriate size and was held in his hand.
From the monster's memory, we know that it is not the guardian of this place, but just a swindler. It specializes in deceiving those who are looking for treasures. In the end, it always knocks them out, abolishes their cultivation, or makes their cultivation drop, and then sells them to a force here called [Labor Gate].
The name sounds strange, but it is well-deserved because their disciples are used for labor. They work every day and dig in a mine where there seems to be treasures hidden.
This mace is also very special. It is called the Mourning Stick. It is a magic weapon unique to the underworld. It has great killing power against ghosts and monsters and has a natural restraint. It is a magic weapon mass-produced by the Ghost Weapon Sect.
There were many rare treasures in the monster's storage ring, many of which he had never seen before. There were hundreds of lanterns like the one just now, and each lantern could last for a day. When the time was up, the little people inside would spontaneously combust and die. The little people in the storage ring had fallen into a deep sleep, and they needed to absorb ghost energy to revive.
This kind of villain is called a fog-absorbing ghost. The reason why there is no fog is because it has been sucked away. The reason why they only live for one day is that they will die if they absorb too much fog. But if they don’t absorb the fog, they will also starve to death, but they will die one or two days later. They are born to serve and die, and this is their fate.
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It was this sad and helpless fate again, but Chen Lan didn't believe that this time, he would definitely find a way to change Xiaodie's fate, the fate of the psychic butterfly.
Chen Lan decided to go and take a look at the Labor Gate in the monster's memory. The other party was making such a big fuss, and the entire sect was mining. It would take tens of thousands of years to mine, so there must be treasures there. It was worth his while to go and see.
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Labor Gate Mine.
"Hurry up, dig quickly! Anyone who doesn't dig up treasure today will not be allowed to eat. Starve to death here!"
"Damn it, do it now, stop playing dead!"
Bang! In the dark, Chen Lan hid in the darkness, observing every move of the mine. The most powerful here were Dao Zuns, there were seven or eight Dao Zuns, each holding a whip in his hand, whipping the miners.
The miners were all in rags, some were shirtless, and their upper bodies were covered with scars. Before their wounds had time to heal, they were whipped again and continued to bleed. They all looked pale.
Plop! At this moment, one person couldn't bear it anymore and fell down. The supervisors were furious. One of them walked over and kicked him. When he found that the other person was dead, he cursed him angrily and ordered the others to bury the body on the spot. He was cold and heartless.
The Tao is ruthless. These mortals whose cultivation has been abolished are as worthless as ants in front of it. They will just die if they die.
"I dug it up! I dug up a magical elixir!"
(End of this chapter)
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